“What?” Ray’s silvery white eyes sharpen. “What do you mean? How?”
Sheila shakes her head. “I don’t know, but every source is saying the population’s zero.”
“As of when?” I ask.
She types something in and fiddles with the cursor. “Every single year. No one lives there. Darcie, are you sure we came from Greenhorn?”
Darcie gives a curt nod.
Sheila looks at Ray for directions on what to do next.
He shakes his head. “Whatever. Search for Finian’s Rainbow.”
Sheila hits some more keys on the keyboard before saying, “Missitucky.”
“That’s not a state,” I inform her.
“Wow, really? I had no idea,” Sheila says sarcastically. “It’s more like a combo of Mississippi and Kentucky.”
Paul opens his mouth as if to say something but closes it.
“What?” Ray asks him. “If you know something that will help us, say it.”
“With every second of every minute, I'm livin' in it and that's how I say it,” Darcie sings under her breath.
Ray blinks at her and turns back to Paul. “Why did we need the music box thing?”
Paul doesn’t say anything.
“Hey!” Ray shouts, causing several people to turn and look at us, and not for the first time.
“I’m not gonna tell you in here,” Paul manages. “Too many ears.”
“Alright,” Sheila says. “Then I guess we’re finding a hotel.”
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Just Jump
Teen FictionEnter Ben. He's your average seventeen-year-old guy, except for the fact that he has spent his entire life in Greenhorn, Oregon - a town thought to be abandoned. Truth is, it's home to more than 100 ventures, Ben being one. Some can Jump, some are g...
